"Loki" she whispered "I remember" a single tear fell down her cheek and Loki's eyes widened

"I remember everything. It was like a dream, but it was real Loki I know it was real!"

Time stood still for a second as the prince took in the full meaning of Darcy's words, before rushing to crush her in a tight embrace.

"Everything?" he asked, and she could hear his smile through his voice "Love that's wonderful!" he pulled back, his beaming smile showing the excitement that bubbled inside him, but stopping in his tracks as her face crumpled and tears began to flow again.

"No Loki. No it isn't" he noticed slowly, how subtle things had changed about her, her body language, the way she spoke, this was a different Darcy, this wasn't the scared young maiden he had found in a corridor, this was Darcy of Midgard, the woman. "You don't get it!" she cried, pushing back at his chest as he tried to hug her again. Loki tried to push aside the stab of hurt at her rejection to his comfort.

"Darcy, please, talk to me" he pleaded, his eyes alight with emotion what could be so wrong? Did she think this would change the fact that he loved her? Surely she knew nothing would ever change those feelings. His heart sank like lead to the floor; did she no longer love him?

Slowly, Darcy wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her laid on his shoulder, sighing as they fit together like a puzzle. She sniffed a few times, hiccupped and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I remember everything. Who I was before, the life I had before. Loki, I had a life. I was a person. I read books and watched films and I had a career! A shit career perhaps, but a career all the same! Now I can't just accept that my life on earth is over. There are people I care about. On the night I was brought here, the man who brought me said I would simply cease to exist, that my life would never have happened once I arrived here, but I cant accept that! Jane. She needs me Loki! We argued, and I never said sorry" her voice broke "I never got to say goodbye" There were those began the blasted tears again.

"Why Loki?" She cried at the helpless prince "What did I do to deserve this? I was happy with my life, sure I scraped a living and some nights I chose to sit and cry at soppy films with ice cream, but it was mine. Then I come here, and I meet you, and I'm more happy than I've ever been" She paused, their eyes seemed to fuse and she placed a palm on his cheek softly "Really Loki" her voice was thick "I am so happy, and I love you more than I ever thought possible- especially in such a short amount of time- but us, this, I just know its right but now I have to choose."

She seemed to speak in riddles and Loki didn't know what to do. He wanted desperately to comfort her, but he didn't know what he could say. Who was this Jane? And something else worried him. Darcy said a man had brought her here, and this opened up a door to a thousand other questions that made up the web of mystery that was Darcy Lewis. If a man had brought her here, that meant she had to serve a purpose here in Asgard. What was that purpose? And why had she suddenly remembered everything now? Was it a coincidence that she remembered the night that they… The night they shared everything with each other for the first time?

Loki pushed away the questions and focused on calming the woman in his arms. His heart ached to see Darcy so upset and he tried to soothe her tears.

"Shhh" he whispered into the top of her head, running soft circles across her back "Shhh there's nothing you can do at this moment. There are forces at work here Darcy, I don't know what, but I think" he chose his words carefully "I think, for the moment, we need to let events play out as they will. I can't help noticing how this correlates with the events of our own relationship." She looked up at his words.

"What? You think that me remembering everything has something to do with us- earlier tonight?" His thumb brushed across the confused furrows of her brow.

"I don't know love, it was just an idea." he leant to kiss her softly, her lips damp with her tears. "Please don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you so upset and know it is out of my control to make it better for you little kitten. These events, I loathe to admit, I don't understand in the slightest." their bodies were now pressed tightly against each other, gaining comfort from their closeness.

Darcy's mind whirled as she thought of the things she had recently remembered. She remembered New Mexico, Jane, Eric, Science, Tacos, Ipods, watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S on telly.

She loved Loki, but she loved her old life as well. It was what had made her, her. Darcy had worked hard for everything she got and she wasn't about to give it up without a fight. Then the thought hit her. That man- Bragi- he had said that unless she went, everyone she loved would die. Could she just blindly accept that? Darcy Lewis was, at core, a scientist- she found theories, tested and tried them until they stood or broke. She couldn't take his words for it and follow like a lamb- Loki's Darcy would never sit down to be counted. Her tenacity was something that spanned both her lives now- she was sure it was the only thing that could take her back again.

Darcy's heart ached when she thought of Jane, of how mean she had been to her the last time they had spoken. she had only asked you to do the washing up after all! The guilt welled up inside her.

Loki crushed her against his chest, thinking desperately for words to console her "No, no" he crooned softly "no you don't have to choose. I wont make you choose" She looked at him confused and he kissed her before the words could leave her lips.

"Loki what does that mean? I don't see how there is another way" she looked helpless, but at least the tears had stopped, Loki noted thankfully.

"I understand how you can't leave your life now you remember it. I want to be with you, but it would be wrong of me to ask you to stay. I had never even entertained the idea that I would be so moved by a woman before I met you, but now I have, and I will never be able to forget you. If you gave up your old life for me, you wouldn't be the woman I know- the smart, inquisitive, good, kind, funny woman I love. would not ask you to stay Darcy, but I would follow you to the ends of the worlds to be with you." His eyes poured with the emotion in his words. Darcy's heart nearly erupted.

"For me?" She whispered, dumbfounded, the idea that this man would give up anything let alone everything for her was crazy! He kissed along her jaw, down her neck.

"For you, love, anything" he mumbled between kisses. His actions were creating havoc to her insides, his hands gripped tighter on her waist and she felt desire surging downwards for this man, this amazing man who always seemed to know what to do or to say, or when to do nothing at all but just hold her.

"I love you" she whispered, fingers tangling into his hair. She knew it wasn't as simple as that. He was Prince of Asgard for Christ's sake! He couldn't just drop everything for the sake of one small girl, but still, it was a very nice notion for the moment. Loki began to suck gently on the sensitive spot at the base of her neck and she moaned lightly.

"I love you too" he growled, pushing her backwards against the pillows, pressing himself close to her. She needed to stop thinking for a while, and Loki knew exactly how to distract her from her distress. "Your not leaving tonight."

If it were up to Darcy… She would never leave this room- namely him- again.

"You know.." he noticed how her voice had become silky, alluring, teasing. He liked this tone to her voice. He liked this worldly Darcy. "I remember a lot of- interesting- activities you might be interested in." she drawled, licking the shell of his ear lightly. Blood rushed south as he swallowed hard.

"What type of activities might they be?" his voice was breathy now and her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing their bodies even closer.

"Why don't I show you?" she winked "My prince. I think it's time I gave you some lessons of my own."

Loki just breathed deeply and grinned at this reincarnated woman in his arms. It would seem his little kitten was more of a tiger than he first thought.

"I am all ears" he whispered into his ear, making her breath hitch.

"trust me" she retorted "your ears will be the last things you will need."

Valhalla help me now Loki's subconscious groaned.

Their naked bodies moulded into each other as Darcy pressed him against his desk, books sliding onto the floor with a dull huff.

"This desk" she growled and his already painful arousal was intensified by her words "you look so sexy when your reading" her mouth purred.

Loki liked this teasing Darcy very much.

She began to kiss down his body, mumbling words as she went and all Loki could do was steady himself against the corner of his desk.

"when you read shirtless" she kissed his chest. "Turning the pages with your fingers" she moved down his arms, kissing his fingers.

"Darcy pleeeeaaaase" the prince moaned. Darcy grinned in satisfaction at having moved the silent, contemplative trickster into what he was behaving like now, writhing and moaning beneath her lips. Her hands didn't move from her sides and their bodies connected nowhere but where her lips brushed his cool ivory skin, flushed now with need.

"The way you cross your legs" she kissed his ankle before moving slowly upwards "so long" she marvelled, causing another delicious moan to pass by those bruised, kissed lips. Still, she moved upwards.

Loki convulsed with pleasure as he felt her lips at the tip of his shaft. more he needed more.

"But I don't think you use this for reading" her tone was thoughtful, teasing.

"Daaaarcy" her name being called in that delightfully desperate voice was prompt enough.

Her mouth surrounded his arousal in a quick, short movement. Loki hissed in pleasure, resisting the urge to thrust forwards, to fuck her as he wanted to. No, he remembered, the sweet caring Darcy was still there no matter how prominent her feisty side was at this moment.

Gods. Loki loved both versions of this fascinating creature.

Darcy's head began to bob rhythmically over his erection, one hand joining at the base, following the movements of her lips.

"So good" he crooned, winding his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer, harder, faster "so- ahhh!" he groaned loudly as she traced her tongue along the underside of his member, lapping at the slit hungrily.

Their eyes never broke contact once. Now however, Loki threw his head back in pleasure, his thoughts no more than a stream of Yes. Oh god yes. More. Oh Darcy.

He could feel himself beginning to come undone, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked, ripping a guttural moan from the back of his throat.

He was so close. "Darcy" his breath came fast "so good" he mumbled, so close to the edge.

She suddenly pulled away. He groaned in frustration, his limbs seemed boneless, he needed her, still hard as ever he shook his head.

"Darcy you cant-" he was silenced by her lips, his thoughts hazing as her bare body pressed against him again before turning to walk away, looking back at him over her shoulder, smirking.

"Loki Odinson. If you want me, come and take me" she breathed, moving out of sight behind the wall of his bedroom.

Loki moaned once more before following her quickly into the room.

She lay spread out on his bed and he once again returned to full hardness as he noticed how she was touching herself.

"Well my prince" she welcomed "let's see how magic you can be" she winked and Loki could hold back no more.

Darcy, for the life of her couldn't think where it had come from. Who was this self-assured temptress that took over her body? Wherever it had come from, Darcy was very glad with the results.

After glows of pleasure surged her body as she lay entwined with Loki, him kissing her shoulders lazily.

"You are beautiful" he murmured, taking her hand in his own "and full of surprises it would seem Miss Lewis" he opened one eye to look at her playfully. She grew red.

"I take it you liked my lesson then?" she fought the urge to laugh.

"Mmm. Very much so. However, I think I might need many more of them. I find myself hazy on certain topics" he grinned, moving per her neck to her lips.

"Well what kind of a teacher would I be, if I left you unsure?" their lips connected once again.

A girl could get used to this Darcy thought happily, and her body protested as Loki moved to sit up.

"Where are you going?" she asked, gaze moving downwards over his smooth, toned back. The bed where he had been was warm as she scooted into the Loki-shaped-hole in the mattress.

"I'll be back in a moment" he replied cryptically, pulling in his trousers as he left the room, leaving Darcy to laugh at his very mused hair.

He was gone a few minutes when Darcy heard a knock next door, where Loki had disappeared to. Who could that be? She wondered before nerves twisted low in her stomach.

What would people say if they saw her in Loki's bed? She moved quickly to close the door, hiding herself from view in the bedroom.

Another knock, louder, more urgent than before. Darcy pressed her ear against the wood.

"Yes?" Loki called out, his footsteps moving closer to the door before it was opened sharply. Darcy was impressed at the casual nonchalance of his call, as if the most exiting thing he had done all night was to change seats.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Loki's voice was concerned and the nerves in Darcy's stomach worsened. Her heart sunk as she heard Thor's words.

"Brother you must come now. There has been threat of war from Nidavellir and father has called council" Thor's voice was grave and she could hear Loki's quiet inhale of air "I fear we are to be at war by this week next brother."

Darcy sunk to the floor beneath her. How had everything been so good five minutes ago and now there was talk of war? It made no sense.

She heard the brother's business-like tones from the next room before Thor left, Loki promising to follow him shortly before she felt him tap lightly on the door Darcy leant against.

"Darcy?" his voice was quiet "can I come in?" she realised he was trying to open the door as she slumped against it in shock.

She couldn't find words, but moved quickly to allow him to open the door.

Their eyes connected in bleak, scared gazes, mirror images of each other for a few moments before they clung to each other tightly. Darcy never wanted to let go, never wanted to feel his solid arms unwrap from her waist, to feel his nose no longer buried into her neck.

She secretly chanted a prayer as their lips connected.

Please let it be a poorly chosen joke. There can't be a war! There wouldn't be; would there?

Wow is all I can say to the amazing support and reviews so far :) I've said it before, but you're all AWESOME! Thanks so sos so much, it's really made this way more fun to write... But you don't get off that easily haha this isn't even half way through I don't think mwuhaha. So I just wanted to say thanks, keep it coming and there should be an update on the weekend, sorry it's so long but I'm really busy with end of year stuff ect :) xx

A/N I've changed it now, but before in this chapter I called Loki "Laufeyson" but it was a mistake, thanks to everyone for pointing it out for me :) it would have really bugged me if I left it... In this fic, he's Odinson xx